“I have, in our time, been a bit partial to a maritime metaphor. Don’t know why—” I shrug as I think about it. “There is some gravitas to boats, I think. And there’s some truth in the simile of tides and shores, and you and me and how we always come back, washing up on the shores of one another. Probably fairly apt as well because you have undoubtedly”—give her a bit of a look—“been the face of nearly every storm I’ve weathered in my life. Not saying it’s your fault, just saying that—” I shrug. “You are the force that I have reckoned with and will continue to reckon with every day of my life.”
